41-AN OLD LOVER

LILA

Blaise hurriedly caught up with me, blocking my path and holding my ruined heels in his hand. "What was the stunt you just pulled back there?" he inquired.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "One of your many mistresses decided to disrespect me, and you're here questioning my actions?" Tim emerged from the mall, carefully passing around us with silent grace, choosing to steer clear of his master's personal drama. He made his way to the car and waited, wise enough not to meddle in his master's affairs. "So much for the so-called mutual respect," I continued. "If you want me to respect you in public, the least you could do is not allow other women to demean me in your presence."

Blaise sighed, trying to defend his stance. "I was addressing her when you chose to take matters into your own hands."

"Which is the best way! She should know her place," I fired back.

To my astonishment, a broad grin spread across Blaise's face. I eyed him suspiciously, confused by